Category Archives: Life

Well, do you?

Towards any good run, it’s easy to forget why you started.  To focus on satisfying your needs instead of the needs of your team.  Of your congregation.  Of your fans.

Maybe the thought is, “I deserve it”?  I deserve to be a part of this team still.  I deserve to speak about my fears.  I deserve to write a TV finale that’s fun for me.

It’s the real legends and leaders and visionaries, though, that refuse the easy choice.  That never forget where they came from. Or who got them where they are.  Or why they started in the first place.

Towards the end, do you have the courage to do what’s not easy?

Erin Jill Andrews

Dear Erin Andrews,

Thank you for being a role model for thousands of young women.  You’re hard-working, smart and successful.  Not to mention, you were extraordinarily resilient in overcoming a horrifying, very public incident.

You’re a true inspiration.

Good things,

Lenny Gale

P.S. Why do you recommend TruBiotics?  When I had an excision of a thrombosed external hemorrhoid, my surgeon, Dr. Isaac Felemovicius, M.D. FACS FASCRS, Adjunct Associate Professor of Surgery, University of Minnesota, gave me some advice.  He said I might want to consider a fiber supplement.  A powder one, like Metamucil.  Not pills.  According to Dr. Issac, as he’s known, pills marketed for digestive health do more harm than good and are just another thing drug companies want you to take one-a-day forever.  Yes, forever.

Aren’t TruBiotics taken in pill form, Erin?

CTRL ALT DEL your brain

Random access memory (RAM) is computer jargon.  It layman terms, it means desk space.  The more RAM you have, the more desk space you have.  More room for files, notes and programs.

Put too much stuff on your proverbial desk, your computer craps out.  Freezes.  Blue-screens.  Or just becomes devastatingly slow.

The human brain works the same way: Limited desk space for files, notes and programs.  The difference is that you can’t go to Best Buy and buy more RAM.

Just gotta close some programs.

Lets push forward

Humiliation is a big motivator.

An airplane pilot makes the wrong decision. All to avoid being humiliated by his co-pilot.

The pro athlete who keeps cheating. All to avoid being humiliated by his fans.

The world leader who carries out a threat. All to avoid being humiliated by other world leaders.

When is it not better to just admit you were wrong?

It’s just so hard.

Do you

You know.  Do your thing.  Whatever makes you happy.

Princess Di helped the less fortunate.  It made her happy.

John Lennon wrote music for his fans.  It made him happy.

Mike Winston publicly fought ALS, inspiring thousands.  It made him happy.

Simply choosing to “do you” should make you happy.  But if “doing you” is actually “doing for others”, you get more than just happy.

You get to live forever.

You’re Welcome

If you’re in Chicago, San Francisco, or any city covered by Lyft, you’re in luck.

Lyft is the best thing ever.  Lyft is:

  • Cheaper than a cab.
  • Cool people, good drivers.
  • Clean, odor-free cars.
  • Pain-free: When the ride’s over, you leave.  No fiddle-fucking with cash or a credit card.  The app takes care of the payment automatically.
  • Two-way paper trail, ladies.
  • Pick your driver; only ones you want.

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Just me saying this thing, Lyft, is awesome.

Good talk.

Dreaming, humming, stacking

Ask any traveling consultant about their work.  Quickly you’ll hear, “Just living the dream.”

Ask any commodities trader about their work.  Quickly you’ll hear, “Just humming along.”

Ask any blue-collar worker about their work.  Quickly you’ll hear, “Another day, another dollar.”

Following up with “What’s your dream?”, or “Where you humming to?” or “How many dollars do you need?” is interesting.  They’re usually not so quick to respond.

But shouldn’t they be?

Painless Tattoos

Tattoos are great.  Get something permanent; have a story to tell.

Or, you could do it backwards.  Do something worth telling a story about.  Then, get some thing permanent in return.  Like some photos, or memories, or even a scar.

Aren’t those just as permanent?